2009-11-11

Reading through Midsummer Night's Dream...

Great poetry:

   Making it momentary as a sound,   
   Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;   
   Brief as the lightning in the collied night,   
   That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,   
   And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'   
   The jaws of darkness do devour it up:   
   So quick bright things come to confusion.
   -Act 1.1.145-151

   Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
   Love can transpose to form and dignity:
   Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
   And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
   Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
  Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
  And therefore is Love said to be a child,
  Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
   -Act 1.1.236-243

Great music:

    Ralph Vaughn Williams - over hill over dale [extract]

Other:
   Wikipedia

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